My birthday….. December 14….. This day….. I was born…. This day…. My world is broken….
Remember December, young Phantomhive,
The day that your dearest parents did die.
You shant forget them ever
For their hearts are yours forever.
Always there beside you,
Always there to guide you.
Darling Ciel, your butler awaits
His soul is yours, and yours is his to take
Oh poor Ciel your grave has already been dug,
Poor litttle Phantomhive, your life is over before it has even begun
Once upon a december, not so long ago it seems,
Were you a child, with happy thoughts and dreams.
But now, deep at night as you sleep,
Frightful nightmares into your dreams do creep.
Of which include your pain and sorrow,
The smell of burnt flesh, a painfilled scream,
With no hope for tomorrow,
On which your tormentors lap up, like cats upon cream
You're screams were heard by none,
Those cold and lonely nights,
But dread not for you know that there was one,
Who heard your call, and upon his dull-feathered wings did you take flight.
For the price of your soul,
He will aid you on your quest,
To help you take back what they stole,
And lay your parents souls to rest.
"Happy birthday to you my young lord,"
He says with his devilish gaze,
His eyes follow you're every move,
As it has for many days,
He assists you with everything,
Never letting you do it yourself it seems,
For you are nothing but his plaything,
A limp puppet, tied up by his own strings.
Enjoy your life as long as you can,
You are after all a mortal man.
And so Happy Birthday to you young Phantomhive,
For who knows how long you'll be alive?